Yeah, I know. “Neighborhood strip club” is absurd for most of you. Bear with me for a moment or two.
Anyway, this kid worked for me 4 years ago. I fired him because he was a really bad busser. Slow, didn’t get it, after several conversations. Sweet kid, but he had to go.
So tonight, I walk into the gay strip club in my neighborhood and there he is dancing. The minute he sees me he hops off the stage to come over and say “Hi”.
Please, realize he is now buff, sweaty and excited to see me & wearing nothing more than a thong type thing. Verrrrrrrrrrrry uncomfortable scenario.
Ok, the google ads a minute ago said “Muscular Hairy Men”, “Gay Bear Merchandise” and “Hunger Relief In America.” One of these things is not like the other…
So, did you slip a twenty down the front or back of his thong?
At my stag party, my buddies got me good and drunk, set me down at the end of the stripclub runway, and started smacking $1 bills down in front of me. Out of the corner of my eye I see the stripper has shown up, and she’s naked. So I look up at her, and she looks down at me. “John!” she exclaims, then jumps off the stage and gives me a big hug. The bouncers run over and threaten to kick me out, she tells them it’s okay, she works with me. She was the copy-girl at the law firm I worked at. I had to promise not to tell any of my co-workers.
So, there I was, college. I’ve been tapped to help a friend’s girlfriend with a programming exercise. She sends me an e-mail to meet her after work at this address.
Yeah, you can guess where it was. And I knew half the girls there. No, seriously. From like four different locations. It was twisted. I wound up, thanks to the fact that I don’t sleep much, being the semi-designated 'walk ‘em back to school’ guy, for a year.
It seems like this kid has found his calling. At least for now. It sounds like he wanted to show you that his work ethic has improved. That deserved a buck!
